Sparticus ... A Mother's Demise ... Ch 2 - Sex Stories

Sparticus ... A Mother's Demise ... Ch 2

... then turning to his mother before asking her if she fancied going for a walk as well. Confused at first by the unusual request made by her son the mother quickly realized that it may be in regards to her punishment for wearing panties that morning and that it may be the only time the two could discuss what her penance would be. During the day whenever the wayward woman tried to picture what form it may be, her mind drew a blank. The nervous mother followed her son, and once out of sight of the house and in the wood Alan let Sam run free to run through the trees and growth. When Alan was not being voyeuristic he used to go deeper into the woods and a loud whistle used to bring Sam back to him. Alan knew the woods fairly well and walked directly to a clearing perhaps 2 or 3 hundred yards deep in the wood. He stopped by a fallen tree trunk close to the edge of the clearing and spoke to his mother for the first time since they left the house. ‘Strip naked’ His words were soft yet firm. The totally shocked woman was about to make her objections known when she was told to do it without a word or else her punishment would be doubled. The compliant mother did as she was told…continually looking about her to see if there were others that might be walking that particular area of woods… assuming that her being naked was not going to be the only punishment. The nervous mother slipped off her skirt, blouse and bra and carefully laid them across one end of the fallen trunk. She glanced at ...

... her son with an anxious look upon her face never having felt so vulnerable before in her forty four years. Helen let out a small gasp when Alan ran a finger slowly up between her pussy lips and once again she felt totally embarrassed at his comment about how wet her cunt was, but the truth was that she loved being used and so submissive and the fact that it was her own son that made her feel this way only intensified her feelings. The self-conscious mother stood as instructed with her legs slightly apart and her hands behind her head whilst her son disappeared into the woods. She wondered if that was to be her punishment… to stay in such a position for a pre-determined time whilst her son lay hidden in the woods waiting for a stranger to come by and see her… and who know…**** her. Her imagination made her juices flow down her thighs all the more. It could not have been more than five minutes when Helen heard someone approach her from behind. She could feel her body shake and tighten not knowing what or who to expect… but did exactly as was told to do by her departing son and remained still. She let out a sigh of relief when Alan appeared from behind her but gasped when she saw he held his belt in his hand. ‘I think eight strokes as an introduction to what punishment awaits you should you disobey your Dominus again’ The petrified mother had never been spanked, even as a c***d, never mind felt a one inch strip of leather across her ass. She had never smacked any of her c***dren ...